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maunanoiln 's review for:
Me (Moth)
by Amber McBride
This book was a pile of garbage. Anything meaningful it was trying to say is buried under piles of flowery language. The romance was insta-love. They speak as if they are stuck in a mad-libs worksheet.
AND LET ME SAVE YOU TIME:
AND LET ME SAVE YOU TIME:
Spoiler
Me (moth) is dead. Her life/death is only to serve the purpose of her hipster boyfriend. I'm so glad he made it to Madison Square Garden. Barf.